#i can't imagine seeing a fucking shell fly at your face and not immediately running in the other direction as fast as you can

[magical-regical]

Y'all so it turns out if you click on the little clothes hanger icon on the character's profile you can see their alternate art when they reach a high enough insight level and —

Something about this makes me so sad???

Like it's Click. But he's alive. He's solid and corporeal and this might be the last time he was solid and corporeal.

The bandage on one of his arms, his face being nothing but calm and probably only concerned about the angle the shell is coming in for his picture is just tragic. I don't know what happened between when he dies and when he meets the timekeeper or if they're even gonna touch on that but like, man, it's so sad.

How did he get so obsessed with recording what was happening to the point of losing his own sense of self preservation and for said obsession to continue even in his 'afterlife'.

Can you imagine if he got to live until the end of the war? To see the war finally come to an end?

#maybe the *ahem* current events might also play a part in why this seems to hit a lot harder than I think it would've on any other day #i can't imagine seeing a fucking shell fly at your face and not immediately running in the other direction as fast as you can #i want to hug him and tell him to take a nap and that it does get better and sweep his hair back to kiss him on the forehead #him and зима both #reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 click #click reverse 1999 #click

[v-cain]

"A Leap Of Faith"

Fandom: Xmen

Pairings: Logan Howlett x gn!teen!reader, Hank McCoy x gn!teen!reader, Scott Summers x gn!teen!reader, Kurt Wagner x gn!teen!reader, Jean Grey x gn!teen!reader, Jubilation Lee x gn!teen!reader

Warnings: Crying, Swearing, Alcohol, Implied Gore

A/N: holy fucking shit this took ages to make. so proud of it though!! the flying part was my favourite part to write, plus scott and logans relationship with the r.

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"Ok, Scott, truth or dare?" Jean grins at Scott. He looks terrified, which you find hilarious, and he quietly says "Truth?" You look at him with your mouth agape "Damn, Summers, you've got some balls!" Scott rolls his eyes and looks over at Jean, Kurt and Jubilee discussing what they should ask- apparently your questions were 'too lame' so you got kicked. So rude.

Jubilee turns around suddenly and asks "Have you ever taken alcohol from Logans cabinet?" Scott quickly anwsers "Fuck no! I don't have a death wish!" You open your mouth to comment on that but Jubilee turns to you brightly and says "Y/N! Your turn! Truth or Dare?" You smirk, "Well, unlike Summers over here, I'm not a pussy. Dare." Scott threw his hands up in the air "What the fuck, dude?", and you promptly ignore him, instead intently staring at the group in front of you. (Scott got kicked out of the group too, because his dares were deemed too risky.)

After a solid 5 minutes, Kurt turns to you and says "We dare you to fly off the roof!" You instantly pale. "Guys, I'd wake the entire mansion up. Can't you think of something better?" you try reason, but Scott jumps in and quips "What, too much of a pussy?" You glare at him and he shrinks back a bit. "Oh, come on Y/N, it'll be fun! Besides, we've never seen you fly before!" Jubilee chines in.You feel your face start to heat up and your hands shaking.

All too quick, you stand up and stumble over an excuse of needing the bathroom. Jean frowns at you as you scurry out the room, opening her mouth to interfere but Scott has already started truth or dare again.

You rush down the halls, ignoring the looks of any onlooking students. You just wanted to get outside and sit in the garden, and cry a little bit, because of your stupid fucking-

Bam!

You whack into someone tall and stagger back a little, mumbling a small 'Sorry' and continuing on your way. You run over to your spot and finally break down. Tears stream down your face, and all you can think is 'Why did it have to be me? Why me?'  You curl up into a ball, your wings encasing you in a cold shell.

Why me?

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Logan was walking down the halls after a very, very tiring day- also known as Hank used him as his 'assistant' in the lab. Personally he thought this was payback for drinking all the good whiskey, but hey, could you blame him? Anyway, as he thinks about how damn good that whiskey was, he slams into some kid. Taken aback, he looks down to see a very distraught Y/N, who quickly runs away. "What the fuck?" he mutters, immediately turning to follow them.

A good ten minutes of running to catch up with this kid pass, and Logan slows down as he approaches soft crying. He cautiously walks around the tree.

The snap of a tree branch makes you whip your head towards the noise and growl- only to start crying again once you realize it's just Logan. He awkwardly sits down beside you and wait for you to start talking.

Some time passes and your cries slowly quite down to just sniffles and the occasional hiccup. You rub your eyes and look over at Logan, who simply asks "What happened, kid?" You sigh and look at the ground for a moment, before pulling your tail halfway into your lap and stare at your missing fin. "When I first got my mutation, my parents weren't.." you pause and glance over for a moment "Well you can imagine how they'd react to their kid growing wings and a tail." Logan softly hums beside you.

"Anyway, they realized that I wouldn't be able to fly if I didn't have one of my fins, so they.." you trail off and stare at your tail. Logan takes a sharp intake and breaths out "Jesus, kid I'm sorry." You stare at your tail for another moment and continue "Me and the others were playing Truth or Dare and they dared me to fly off the roof. I didn't have the confidence to tell them I couldn't, so.." you vaguely gesture to the field surrounding you two. Logan is silent beside you, thinking deeply.

"Well," Logan starts "We could always talk to Hank about making prosthetic fin?". You turn and stare at him, prompting him to continue "Think about it. People get prosthetic hands and legs all the time, why would it be different for you? Just means Hank would have to make it and not some corporation." You start to process what he's saying- you could be able to fly! You grin at Logan who returns it immediately.

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*Two Weeks Later*

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After two weeks of Professor McCoy doing measurements and fitting prototype prosthetics on you, it's finally time. You're going to fly. Which sounds so much easier in your head.

You peer over the edge of the roof, cringing at how high you're up. You step back and weakly joke "Hey, if it doesn't work do I get a refund?" Professor McCoy huffed a laugh, and said reassuringly "Trust me, it's going to work." You hum and mutter under your breath "Yeah, like the last two did." Logan claps a hand on your back, "C'mon kid, it's just a leap of faith. The second you jump you'll be fine." You glance at him and step back again, rolling your shoulders back. It's just a leap of faith, that's all it is.

You take a deep breath, and take a running leap off the roof. For a moment you're plummeting towards the ground, wind blurring your eyes and whipping through your hair. Then you pull up your wings and suddenly you're soaring through the air, faster than light itself. You start laughing maniacally- you're fucking flying! You turn around and fly over Professor McCoy and Logan. You can just hear Logan yelling "Fuck yeah, kid!"

You pull yourself upwards into the clouds and slow down, admiring the view. You swoop down to the clouds and fly through them, soaking your clothes. Oops. You twirl around in the air, feeling free as can be.

Eventually you return to Logan and Professor McCoy, and you immediately hug the latter mumbling a "Thank you Professor." He smiles and returns the hug, responding warmly "No problem. Remember to tell me if you have any problems with it." He nods to Logan, and walks downstairs.

You grin at Logan, "Did you see me up there? I was so fast! I was in the fucking clouds, Logan! The clouds! And- and it was so cool! I was so cool!" Logan laughs at your excitedness, wrapping an arm around you as you continue to ramble about how awesome flying was and how you could bring him up there someday.

#platonic xmen #platonic! logan howlett x gn!teen!reader #logan howlett x gn!teen!reader #jubilation lee x gn!teen!reader #platonic! jubilation lee x gn!teen!reader #hank mccoy x gn!teen!reader #platonic! scott summers x gn!teen!reader #scott summers x gn!teen!reader #platonic! jean grey x gn!teen!reader #jean grey x gn!teen!reader #platonic! kurt wagner x gn!teen!reader #kurt wagner x gn!teen!reader #platonic gn!reader #platonic teen!reader #toothless!reader

[gumisgirl]

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x F! Reader

Warnings: smut, somnophilia

Whereby Gojo knows just how to wake you up

It's a sunny Saturday afternoon, and your white haired boyfriend comes home early for once, excited to see you. He's almost giddy with excitement from having some free time to himself, which he plans on spending with you.

When he slips into your dorm room he stops himself from calling out y/n when he sees your curled form slumped on the sofa. You look ethereal even in slumber, in a just a tank top and shorts, hand still clutching your phone against your chest.

Seeing you so peaceful, so comfortable after months of coaxing you out of your shell, is enough to make his chest tighten.

You were so apprehensive and unamused by Gojo's advances towards you ever since you joined Jujutsu Tech, his fuckboy tendencies evident from miles away.

You eventually became good friends, bickering and mirroring his playful nature, but you seemed otherwise immune to any of his charm.

And to the strongest, cockiest Jujutsu sorcerer around, he just couldn't understand why. Girls were throwing themselves at him left and right, but you only saw him as your sensei and now friend.

Only when Satoru finally stopped trying so hard n actually got to know your tough but shy self, did you open up to him. And he's basked in the warmth and joy ever since.

But seeing you like this, fuck, it ruined him.

He walked over to you slowly, careful not to wake you, as he took you in. The early afternoon sunlight filtered in through the  windows, making you look so heavenly and fragile at the same time.

"Fuck", Gojo gasps as he notices your nipples hard and poking through the light material of your top. He can feel his pants getting tighter as he thinks of all the abominable things he wants to do to you.

He can't help himself, so pulls down the front of your top, one breast popping out, and then the other.

You stir in your sleep from the sudden cold, but Gojo immediately cups both your boobs, drawing circles around your buds with his thumbs. He kneels before you to take one nipple in his mouth, licking it and swirling his tongue around it so sweetly.

Soon he's pulling your shorts off, pushing your panties to the side to find your hot core already wet. He slides a finger between your folds, your slick coating his fingers and the scent of your arousal hitting him, making him growl with desire.

He spreads your lips wide and makes one broad stroke all the up your pussy, his hot mouth on you finally stirring you from slumber.

"Mhmm?" you mumble something, trying to shake off your sleep, feeling exposed and wondering why.

"Hey sleepyhead", a white tuft of hair mumbles from between your legs, right before dipping his tongue all the way inside you, not giving you a chance to reply as you grab onto his hair to support yourself.

You can feel him smirk against you, humming low and making you feel the vibrations all through your core. You bite your lip to keep from screaming, pulling his hair back so he can look at you.

"What a way to be woken up." you muse, your smile drunken from just waking up and the state he has you in.

"It's not my fault you were looking so delectable, like you just wanted me to ruin you right here." He punctuates his statement by sucking your nub, making your hips buck against his mouth, but he let's go too soon with a pop! sound.

You fight the urge to cover your breasts and cunt, feeling so exposed, yet also exhilarated, heart racing at the way you were on display for him.

"Missed me much?" you tease, running your hands through his hair, enjoying the sight of the strongest jujutsu sorcerer between your thighs, his lips slick with your juices.

Gojo reaches up to grab your titties, pulling and pinching at your nipples, all your thoughts flying out the window. He sucks hickeys all along your inner thighs, loving to mark you as his territory. Not that you mind though.

He slid his tongue back inside you, hooking it upward to press on the bundle of nerves that make you come undone, squeezing his face together with your thighs but that doesn't stop his deft tongue from licking you over and over and over again, the pressure building in the pit of your stomach, as you practically ride his face now.

"Yes, fuck yees!" your panting as you fuck yourself with his face. Gojo squeezes your boobs together to hold the with one hand as he brings the other one circle your nub.

You start clenching around his tongue, making him moan into your cunt, pushing you over the edge, Satoru's tongue working you through your high.

You chuckle when you finally compose yourself, pulling Gojo up for a deep, wanting kiss, tasting yourself on his lips and groaning, as he puts his full weight on you, crushing you and feeling his hard length flush against lips.

"Well hello there", you smirk up at him, staring into the endless pool of his eyes.

"Hello Princess", he shoots right back at you. "I missed you", he says, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent and relaxing.

It's amusing how much of a baby this renowned bad boy could be when it's just the two of you. His jokes and innuendos are always present, and your sarcastic nature enjoys the constant back and forth.

But moments like this where he drops his walls and is so soft with you are so precious to you.

Your brought our of your trance when Gojo ruts against you, his length hitting your clit just right, a startled moan escaping you lips.

"What're you thinking about Angel?" He asks as his hand wraps around your neck, gripping the sides and applying pressure.

"You filling me up to the balls", you say in the most innocent voice, looking up at him through your lashes.

His grip around your neck tightens, making you gasp as he smashes your lips together, kissing you so passionately your head feels light.

He pulls away suddenly, pulling off his shirt and unbuckling his pants. You help him pull them off, his length springing out and hitting his stomach, already glistening with precum. The sight of his pretty, thick cock makes you salivate, wanting to taste him, already imagining how the slight upward curve will feel when he's fully sheathed inside of you.

He spreads you're legs apart for him, one leg on the back of the couch as he grabs his shaft and lines it up with your heat. He rubs the tip between your folds, spreading your slick and slapping it against your clit to make you jump.

"Gojo I need y-", your cut off by him fully bottoming out in you in one stroke. You both gasp at the tight fit, feeling yourself try to adjust to his girth inside you.

He stays still for a while, watching you squirm and fidget underneath him, frustration building inside you.

"Please", you beg, he immediately snaps his hips forward, thrusting in you hard and fast, pulling all the way out before sinking back in into your needy core.

You hold onto his biceps for dear life, nails digging into him as he leans forward to nibble on your earlobe and bite more lovebites on your neck.

You feel high on him, surrounded by him, bodies flush against each other, nipples rubbing against his chest with each thrust. One hand presses down on your stomach, the other kneading and spanking your ass making you tighten around him.

"You're such a good little brat", he spits at you, "Always so willing and ready to take my cock, practically begging for it."

You feel your pulse race, breathe hitching as he continues to edge you on.

"You like to tease me don't you? Sleeping on the couch with your tits half out, where anyone could walk in and see you."

He says this with a sharp roll of his hips, this angle ensuring he hits your sweet spot with every stroke, rendering your brain pudding.

"You jealous?" you barely manage to retort, his pace never slowing.

"You don't want anyone else to see me like this? Wet and spent and so inviting?" you push.

Gojo practically growls at the thought, imagining anyone else walking into your dorm room and finding you splayed out the way you were for him. He almost ripped the chair with how tight he was gripping it, fucking you even deeper into the cushions.

He grabs both your hands and holds them above your head with one hand, the other putting one leg over his shoulder. Leaning forward, he starts fucking you so agonizingly slow, your walls clinging to him, and your breasts bouncing every time he pulls out and slams back in.

"Why would I be jealous babygirl? Anyone that even looks at you wrong is as good as dead." He whispers in your ear, making you shiver.

"Now be a good girl and come for me." And that's all you needed, to spiral into oblivion, your pussy sucking and clinging to his length as he fucks you through your high. You can feel him throbbing inside you, veins so prominent against your walls. You squeeze him so hard you can feel as grunts inside you, painting your walls with his seed.

"You're mine!" He growls as he fills you with his warm cum, choking you so hard you cunt clenches tight around him, making him groan.

"You- yours- only yours," you pant as you climax together. He stays inside you, not moving as your walls flutter around him, watching how your torn apart you look underneath him.

Your face flushed, eyes hazy, lips plump and bruised from all the nibbling and sucking at each other. It's a sin to look as good as you do and you can feel him getting hard again inside you.

"Satoru-!" you gasp as he suddenly flips you, so that you're now on top of him sitted in his lap, his dick never leaving your cunt.

Your face heats up as you feel the juices dripping down your thighs, Gojo's face now planted firmly in between your breasts.

"You didn't really think I was done with you so easily, did you Angel?" He smirks, his piercing blue eyes gazing right into your soul.

"Someone might hear us, or walk in", you stutter.

"Are you expecting anyone?"

Of course you weren't.

"Would you even care if someone saw us? Would you want me to stop?" He asks, as he plays with your nipples, his dick so full inside you you can barely think straight.

He knows your answer, of course he does. You were such a slut for him, underneath that sweet façade, your libido matching his, which is a lot to say the least.

It makes you even more wet, imagining someone, like Megumi, walking in on you going absolutely crazy for Sensei's dick. You don't even stop riding him, watching as Fushiguro goes red at the sight of Gojo's dick slipping in and out of you, your tits bouncing with every thrust. Running out of the room flustered as you cum all over his length.

"You'd like that wouldn't you?"

He starts to fuck upwards into you, gripping your ass hard, slamming into you over and over as he leads you towards your nth orgasm within the last hour.

"You want everyone to know you're mine don't you? To see you come undone by my sweet loving?"

His filthy words making your core clench, squeeze him hard, more so because they were true.

"You're such a fucking whore, let them know then, let them hear how good I make you feel." And you couldn't help it anymore, moaning and panting as he increased his pace with every thrust.

He latched onto your titties, squeezing them together and sucking hard on both nipples at the same time. You grabbed his fair locks n met his thrusts, your movements becoming erratic as you got closer to your end.

"Toru! Toru! Pl- pleease-!" Gojo held you in place and pounded you hard, the squelching and slapping of his balls against your ass sounding so vulgar and erotic as you clawed at his back and held on for dear life.

His teeth grazed your nipples and that was all you needed to see stars, the overstimulation too much to bare as you squirted all over his abdomen, milking him as he hit the back of your cervix with every stroke.

"Fuck, Angel, you look so hot when you're cumming all over my dick", he grunts, and he's right there with you, emptying his load so deep inside you you're dizzy with euphoria.

"So, you want a milkshake?"

The lustful glint in his eye replaced with such tenderness and affection as he peppered your face with kisses. You couldn't think of a better way to spend your weekend.

"Only if you carry me."

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